{ "item_title" : "The Lock", "item_author" : [" Andrea Marchant "], "item_description" : "East London, July 1967. The body of Leonard Pike is found at Old Ford Lock on the Regent's Canal on a warm Tuesday morning. He is wearing a good suit. His calling card reads: Independent Services. The lock keeper heard nothing. The neighbourhood knows everything and is saying nothing. Lenny Pike was a fixer - a man who connected people who needed not to meet directly, who operated in the gaps between dangerous men and had, for fifteen years, made himself useful. In the months before his death he had been making himself useful in ways that would prove fatal: running introductions between the Bengali businesses on Roman Road and a rival firm moving in from Hackney, skimming money from the operation of Eddie Callaghan, who controlled the street with the patient authority of a man who has built something carefully and intends to keep it. Four people are carrying knowledge they cannot put down. Tommy Mercer is twenty-eight years old and has worked for Eddie Callaghan for eight years. He delivered Eddie's message to Lenny that Monday night. He then walked to the canal, heard voices on the towpath, and saw something he was not supposed to see. He has told nobody - not Eddie, not the police. The telling would require an explanation of why he was there, and that explanation leads, inevitably, to things he cannot explain. Amina Rahman runs her family's shop on the Roman Road market stretch. She was at her window at half past nine on Monday night and saw a man she recognised walking north with purpose toward the canal. She has spent seven years behind a counter learning how this neighbourhood works, what the arrangements are and who benefits from them, and she understands precisely what her observation is worth and precisely what it would cost her family to report it. DI Arthur Hargreaves has been based at Arbour Square for twenty years. He knows this world - its pubs and its back rooms and the specific grammar of its silences - better than he is entirely comfortable with. He also knows, as he opens his investigation into Lenny Pike's death, that the lines he will follow could lead somewhere that implicates not only the people he is investigating but himself, and that the only way through is the way he has always found most difficult: complete honesty, regardless of the cost. And Eddie Callaghan sits in the back room of the Hand and Flower and thinks about what he knew and what he didn't know and what the distinction is worth now. The Old Ford Lock is a literary crime novel set in a very specific place at a very specific moment - the East End of London in the summer of 1967, a community caught between its old certainties and an emerging, unsettling modernity. It is less concerned with the mechanics of who committed a murder than with the question of why everyone around the dead man stays silent, and what that silence costs them. Written in the tradition of British social realism, it is a novel of atmosphere, conscience, and consequence - of the small, incremental, human choices that accumulate into something that cannot be recalled, and of four people standing at the edge of what they know, deciding what to do with it.", "item_img_path" : "https://covers1.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/825/485/9798254852780_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "14.54", "online_price" : "14.54", "our_price" : "14.54", "club_price" : "14.54", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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